Chapter 400

Anna Ross's phone screen kept lighting up.

She stared at the flashing name.

Her finger hovered over the answer button.

Finally, she swiped to mute it.

Adrian Sinclair glanced sideways at the caller ID.

The name Lucas Evans stabbed into his vision.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a cold curve.

"Checking up on you this early?"

"He certainly keeps a close watch."

Anna silently put her phone away.

She didn't respond.

Lucas set down the unanswered phone.

It was tossed into the corner of the sofa.

He walked to the window.

Morning light streamed through the glass onto his face.

A strange emptiness settled in his heart.

It felt like something important was slipping away.

He couldn't grasp it.

The only person he could think of was her.

But the call remained unanswered.

Maybe she was still asleep.

Yet a sense of unease lingered.

He grabbed his jacket and went downstairs.

He decided to wait outside her apartment.

He would drive her to work himself.

At the airport terminal.

Anna reached for the duffel bag.

Adrian turned sideways to avoid her.

"Check the tickets first."

His tone brooked no argument.

"Don't waste time."

She withdrew her hand.

Silently following him.

The VIP lane was clear and unobstructed.

After boarding, a flight attendant softly reminded them the flight was about to take off.

Anna looked down, wanting to text her mother.

Her phone was suddenly snatched away.

Adrian powered it off and shoved it back into her bag.

"What are you doing?"

She couldn't help raising her voice.

He adjusted his seatback.

Closing his eyes as if dozing.

"The plane is about to take off."

"Whatever it is, we'll talk after landing."

He paused, then added another jab.

"Are you that afraid he'll worry?"

Anna glared at him.

Just then, his phone rang.

The screen lit up with the name Chloe Valentine.

She immediately reached over and grabbed it.

Swiftly powering it off.

"The plane is taking off now."

"No calls."

Adrian raised an eyebrow, looking at her.

Amusement flickered in his eyes.

"Not letting me take her call?"

"Jealous?"

Anna turned her face away.

Muttering under her breath.

"Narcissist."

The roar of the engines drowned out her words.

The plane shot into the clouds.